Last night (spooky Halloween!) P&AF and Miss Teen USA went out on a walk. I'm still laid up with the silly ankle, so I stayed home. I was sitting on the floor, folding some laundry when they returned.
P&AF said that there was a lot of commotion out in the community. There were cops walking around with their hands on their guns (the guns were still holstered), and several people stopped him to ask if he had seen the people in the black ski masks that were breaking into homes. Yikes...
There is a guy who lives near us who always freaks me out just a little bit. He's never actually done anything that warrants my wariness, but he isn't the most friendly sort. He seems like he might be rather drugged up all the time, and he just gazes around with a blank stare. This includes gazing blankly at me and Miss Teen USA on our walks, yet being disturbingly unresponsive when I say "hello."
Anyway, last night P&AF and Miss Teen USA came across HUG (High, Unresponsive Guy). They had already seen the police and been questioned about the ski mask guys, so they knew what was up. HUG actually stopped them to issue a bit of a warning.
HUG: "Hey man. Just go home. I got this. Go home and be safe."
So, obviously, HUG is actually some sort of superhuman community guardian who is not, in fact, high, but probably in alpha mode all the time or something. Just the same, I can't say that this event didn't add to the freakiness factor a touch.
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